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Monthly Archives: February 2012
Mississippi Stories
The old, rusty Honda station wagon crossed the bridge and pulled into the Welcome Center parking lot. When it had traveled over the big muddy river, he knew he was home. Home. A place where he hadn’t been in over … Continue reading
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Fit-to-Fat-to-Fat Blog: Sunday
Sunday’s the day I rest. Well, rest is a relative term when you have three boys. I’ve been doing laundry, unloading the dishwasher — you get the point. I’ve been running around like a chicken with my head cut off. … Continue reading
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Two Towers
St. Andrew’s Cathedral and the Lamar Life Building in Downtown Jackson, Mississippi.
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Sunday Free-For-All
Good morning! Been drawing this morning and trying to keep the kids from waking up their mother. The later was harder work than the former.
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Fit-to-Fat-to-Fit Blog: Fool in the Rain
Goal Weight: 195 lbs. Today’s weight: 218.2 lbs. My goal for the day was to get up early enough to beat the rain. I didn’t quite make it. I was a fool in the rain. My older sons now run … Continue reading
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Saturday Free-For-All
Good morning! I woke up at 3:50 and thought, “I don’t have to get up!” Slept until 7:30 and then took the older boys out for a rainy, cold four-plus mile run. Now they’re making breakfast and I’m cleaning house.
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Jared’s Friend
The big yellow school bus dropped off its most valuable cargo. The mom watched as her son Danny ran up the sidewalk and through the front door. She greeted him and asked him how his day was. “Fine,” was about … Continue reading
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Fit-to-Fat-to-Fit Blog: Day 24 — Midterm report
Goal Weight: 195 lbs. Current Weight: 218 lbs. Six lessons I’ve learned in six weeks: 1. I can overcome mental obstacles. Towels, leg-lifts, sprints, burpees., treadmills — my body can do what what my mind allows. That applies to some … Continue reading
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The Mustang
The garage door went up and then went down. The 43-year-old man sat in his old car, unable to muster the strength to unlock its door and head inside. It had been a terrible day at work. How could explain … Continue reading
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